Anton’s POV
"I'll f*****g kill that son of a bitch."
"Anton -"
"Look at your f*****g arm." I snapped, my eyes trailing over the red handprint-like mark that had formed on her pale skin.
I was going to f*****g kill him.
"I bruise easily." she said, putting her hand on my arm, "It's not nearly as bad as it looks."
"He put his hands on you."
"Anton, please sit down." she said, tugging me onto the couch.
"And where the f**k was Taylor while Dylan was grabbing the s**t out of you?"
At the mention of Taylor her eyes narrowed and she said, "This is in no way Taylor's fault, and you don't get to yell at him about it."
Some of the tension left my shoulders as I attempted to wrap my head around what she'd just said.
"Are you...you're telling me how to talk to my staff?"
She nodded, "He g
